My Jaded Sanity (Bdsm)

I Need To.

I finish gathering bits and bobs and walk into our lounge; walking to the kitchen I open the liquor cabinet. I pull out a bottle of Smirnoff: hmm this will soothe the kinkes. Pulling out a glass I pour myself a reasonable amount. Each little stream swimming down my throat hugs my anxiety and anger and moulds it into neutral little flowers.

Flaure comes out of her room, carrying a weekend bag similar to mine. "Are you alright Perry" she says pulling out a glass for herself, "yes, I'm perfectly fine, it's you I'm worried about" I say giggling "your such a fucking tough cookie" a smirk begins to emerge from her anxious frown. "I'm really not Flaure, I just know how to shut off my emotions from the world" I say taking the last gulp, she follows on and with that we get out and decide to take my mustang.

Reaching Chrysyl Luxe I park up and we head in. Flaure does everything in her name: for security reasons, obviously. We reach our room; it's auror is comforting. The creamy golds and wistful whites mesh together creating the perfect, relaxing colour scheme for the room we are staying in. "Nice, eh?" Flaure questions biting her lip, "yeah, it's real nice" i reply. "I'm going to shower up and get to.bed, do the same okay?" she says wrapping her arm around me. "Yes, okay mum" I say smiling at her. She walks into the bathroom and I seize the moment.

I pull out my iPad and google 'Delario Karma' I click the first link that is it's official website. The first think I look for is the details for contact: I find the managers number and dial it: it rings for 12 seconds and someone finally answers: "hello?" the person questions: he sounds familiar but.. Not Blake: "hello, is anyone there" I can see thr irritation. "hi" I say meekly, "can I help you" they ask "can I talk to the owner please" I question hopefully "your talking to him" he replies; hmm... good job my numbers withheld. "what's your name" I ask blandly: he chuckles "Joe Grey". Joe Grey? I don't recognize that name; actually, come to think of it, when Blake had that call I heard 'Joe'. "Do you know somebody called Blake?" I quickly ask "I might do. Depends who wants to know" he says with slight arrogance in his voice, "I'm Phoebe Doutson" I say making up a completely random name, "so do you know someone called Blake" I question quickly, "Blake's.. busy.. he's tracking down a wanted good" ... Me? I quickly hang up. Tracking down? it's not over yet.

I've decide that I will not sleep untill I have what I want. I look into Flaure's room and see that she is completely out of it; how beneficial. Opening my bag I pull out a suitable outfit; electric blue, lace dolly dress and white studded platforms; I quickly get my makeup bag and reapply my eyeliner and smooth my lips with a nude pink lipstick: finishing I tease my hair slightly for a healthy umph. Security.... Hmm.. just for safety measures: I walk over to the kitchen and open the draw to find a full set of utensils. I mean it is for safety therefore it isn't morally wrong... Is it?

I pull out a chopping knife: reasonable size, perfect precise finish; it'll do. I gently slide it down the side of my bra so it just rests well and doesn't dig in.

Waking over to the door I get my phone and purse and as quietly as I can slip out the door.

Making my way to my car I mentally prepare myself for what I'm about to do; this could jeopardise a lot: the investigation, my job.. So much.

This is something that I need to do; whoever these people are, I need to know what they want from me.